She held
fast to Wilhelm, and would not let him go free; but what form was
their life together going to take in Paris? Not that she cared for
the opinion of the world--far from it; but other difficulties
remained which menaced her happiness. At the seaside all the
circumstances had combined to aid and befriend them. Surrounded by
people to whom she and Wilhelm were alike strangers, they were
thrown entirely upon one another, and even his scruples could find
nothing to prevent him treating her openly as his wife. In Paris, on
the other hand, all the circumstances became disturbing and
inimical. Pilar had her circle of friends, and her accustomed way of
life, to which Wilhelm would have to adapt himself. Would that occur
without opposition on his part? Would not many a tender sentiment be
wounded beyond the power of healing in that struggle? But of what
avail were all these tormenting questions? She had to look the
future in the face, and prepare to engage in a struggle in which he
was determined to come off victorious.
From time to time she glanced at Wilhelm, and always found him deep
in thought. He was reviewing, with a touch of self-mockery, the
latest development of his affairs. Here he was on his way to Paris.
He had not chosen this destination.
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